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-Hand me your plate. -Sure.

EVERYTHING OK?

EVERYTHING OK? I THINK ABOUT YOU A LOT

EVERYTHING OK? I THINK ABOUT YOU A LOT

YOU WOULD DO IT TOO

A SHOW CREATED BY DAVID VICTORI AND JORDI VALLEJO

Hey...

I thought you weren't home.

I was about to eat. Did you have breakfast?

I did.

-I'll grab my boxes and leave. -Need help?

No.

I wrote you in case you preferred for me to come

when you're not home, but you didn't answer.

-I ran out of battery. -Six days ago?

They got their money back. All six of them.

-The transfers were cancelled. -Great.

Do you want a beer?

No.

Are you really not coming back?

What for? I'm OK.

Doing what?

Doing nothing.

I went to the hospital.

Nobody knows who he is, Fran.

In case he dies, his siblings will never know.

Are you able to sleep at night?

Better than ever.

It takes guts to throw it all away.

I never thought you could do it.

I never thought you could either.

Don't worry, Borque. Silent as a nun.

I owe you one. If it wasn't for people like you,

I'd still think that our job is useful.

Sorry, I'm late.

Don't worry. Did you talk to your boss?

What's that supposed to be? An advance payment?

Five hundred, I can't offer more.

If it's not yours, it will be another story.

My story is not like the others. Fuck, I was inside that bus.

The bus, Dante Baz�n... No one talks about that anymore.

-But... It's the story of the year. -It was. One week ago.

Now it's the flood.

-Move on. -The three murders.

I witnessed them first-hand.

We've told everything about you.

No. Not everything.

Five hundred is a good offer.

Look, I could raise it.

But under one condition.

-Shoot. -If all witnesses talk.

-The others will never appear on TV. -Convince them.

We could build a bus on set where you can talk about it.

Impossible. None of the others will talk about the case. Never.

-With money... -I've said no, fuck!

No.

Too bad. You had everything that's needed to become a celebrity.

Listen to me.

What if I tell details that no one knows?

Details that only those who were in the bus know?

-Details? Details like what? -No, no.

I'll only tell your boss. Arrange a meeting with him.

My boss is a very busy man.

If he knew what I know, your boss would burn his whole agenda:

news of the century, you have my word.

-Did he accept the check? -No.

He has a scoop, or so he claims.

-Cool. What about it? -No idea.

He'll only tell Martos, but it better be a bomb.

-Why? -He has one condition.

Police protection, both for him and his family.

I'm coming!

OK, OK!

-Hi. -Hello.

How do you know where I live?

We followed you.

-Why? -There's something you should know.

-About the case. -I'm no longer a cop.

Go to the station.

We can't walk into a police station. We're being monitored.

They monitor our phones. We left them at home.

Who? Who's monitoring you?

The person that those robbers called, he's one of those hackers, right?

You got your money back.

-Yes. -This afternoon we received a call.

For an arranged meeting.

What did you tell them? What did you tell the press?

-Nothing. -Nothing?

-I swear. -Don't screw it up now.

When they arrive, you ask them if Jandro has told them anything, OK?

-Where is Jandro? -He couldn't make it.

Thank you for coming.

So what?

In case you don't tell me I'll find out anyway.

Jandro claimed it was a bomb, and bombs sell for a high price.

We have no idea what you're talking about.

He was supposed to meet my boss.

He would only talk to him, but didn't show up.

So...

Jandro didn't tell you a thing?

Just one thing.

That, in exchange for talking, he would require police protection. Why?

Nothing else?

Case closed. Let's go.

-No, no. Wait... -Leave us alone.

Why didn't he show up? Has he changed his mind?

Don't ever call us again.

If something happens to us, it will be your fault.

During the robbery they already warned us that they had people outside.

If something happened to them we'd regret it.

I don't get it. Did someone harm you?

No, but we live in fear.

-They threaten us so we keep quiet. -Keep quiet about what?

The truth.

What really happened in that bus.

It's all a lie. We had to lie to protect us.

Let's see... What happened in that fucking bus?

-Hi. -Good afternoon.

Thank you. Here you go.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

All was well. Until we reached that stop...

It looked as if they were together, but they spread out as soon as they walked in.

They didn't talk to each other. That's why I noticed them, the robbers.

The three victims, I've seen them before.

-Hi. -Good afternoon.

They worked at the airport.

Good afternoon.

Security agents.

If there's a hero in this whole story

it's the three of them.

-Her name is Gabi. -Isn't Gabi a boy's name?

I don't know anymore. I always tell my son:

with that name, the way you dress her

and not piercing her ears...

she will be mistaken for a boy for sure.

-I have two kids. -Really?

-Paula. -Beautiful.

Cristian, the young one.

I told my wife why not calling him Manuel,

-like his father and grandfather. -Listen...

READY

She told me that it was outdated.

-Outdated? Manuel? -That's what I say.

-Manuel is a classic name. -Of course.

Sorry, could you please turn up the heat?

Yes, but sit down. You can't stand up.

-Calm down and keep driving. -Listen up!

This is a robbery, do you hear me?

Whatever it happens, keep driving.

-Don't look at me! -I won't say it again.

Wallets, phones, tablets...

Any device that you might have on you, get it in here.

Mobile phone. Wallet and mobile phone!

Unlock it.

Mobile and wallet, fast!

-What the hell? -Sorry, sorry.

Three mistakes and it will be blocked.

I went blank. I don't know what happened.

-Shall I refresh your memory? -Faster!

Speak again and I'll cut your tongue.

-The PIN number. -What?

-Put the damn PIN number. -17/06/80.

I only have debts.

Take the turn. Take the fucking turn!

-Proceed with the transfers. -Come on.

What the heck are you looking at? Your phone!

Are you deaf? Your fucking phone.

Let's go, damn it!

Unlock your phone, remove the PIN number and open the bank app.

-Faster, dammit! -1234.

-PIN number! -2013.

Don't bother reporting us.

Cops cannot trace the transfers.

Your phones are our life insurance.

We have your contacts, your messages, Facebook, Instagram... Everything.

You can try to report us,

to erase the content of your phones remotely.

If you behave, nothing will happen.

Police, how can I help you? Hello?

Did you want to fuck with us? Do you want us to visit your parents?

-Shoot me. -If you screw us, we'll screw you!

You and your family, got it?

Here, the detour to Manresa?

Over there, straight!

Watch out!

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck is this?

-Son of a bitch! He was calling the cops! -You fucked up, man!

-Let's go. -What are you doing?

Sit down!

-Fuck this guy! Let's go! -Are you deaf? Sit the fuck down!

-Sit down! -Let's go! Now!

Let's go!

Sit down!

-Let's go! -You have three seconds to sit down.

One, two...

OK, OK!

On that moment, I thought everything was going to be OK.

But that bastard was only thinking about himself and left.

I just want my stuff. My wallet and my phone, then I'll leave.

-I don't want any trouble. -Your stuff.

The gun and the knife as well.

On the floor.

Don't move!

Don't move!

Open the door!

Nobody moves.

Come on, Juan!

No, no!

Stop!

-Stop! -Stand back!

The masks.

Take them off.

-Take them off, now! -Now!

Go on, that's it.

Let's calm down.

Lower your weapon and let us go.

You wanted to hurt us and now we're friends?

Let us go before the police arrive. It's for the best, for all of us.

Think about your family.

We are going to wait.

Cops will arrive soon.

Hey, asshole, getting us in jail is the worst you can do.

We have people out there. And they will avenge us.

How does it feel when someone has your life in his hands?

It's not cool, right? Right? Fuck you then, fuck all of you.

You are going to jail!

You're signing a life sentence for you and everyone else.

-You know it, right? -Just let them leave.

Let them go to fucking jail!

Let them leave. Tomorrow will be a new day.

Cops will arrive soon.

It's going to be fine, damn it!

The phones thing,

all of it, is just to scare us from reporting them.

But you know what? I'm not biting. Go to jail!

Drop your knife!

This is what you feel when someone has your life in her hands.

Asshole! If you fuck with us, we'll fuck with you!

-Drop it, now! -Let's go! Let's go now!

-Drop it! -Let's go!

You won't report shit.

If the police come for us or our friends, we'll pay you a visit.

Take the bag and let's get the hell out of here!

-Keep calm and quiet! -It's you.

-Damn, I knew it. -No, no!

I didn't recognize you with the short hair.

But the long hair covering your titties...

-Let's go! -What's going on in there?

Weren't you getting enough dough?

Eli, fuck him. Let's go!

I have a video of yours that the police can use to identify you.

-Eli, fuck him. Let's go! -Eli, the cops.

You still have my videos?

You still have my videos? Tell me.

-Only the horniest ones. -Really?

-Let's go! -They cost me their fair price.

And the best part is...

you pay only once, but you can use them as many times as your nuts require.

Are you talking about these nuts?

Your dick or your head.

Pick one, tell me which you'd rather keep?

Fuck you.

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

-No... -Balter!

Come here! Don't move!

No! No!

Fuck no!

Mat�as!

What do we do now?

For God's sake, somebody call an ambulance.

Let's go! Let's go!

We are in the middle of nowhere. What can we do?

Let's go now!

Let's get the hell out of here!

-The door. Close the door! Close it! -Sure.

No, we have to go.

-What are you doing? -We can't go!

What's your plan? Running through the field?

What should I do with her? Break her neck?

Let her go.

Eli, no!

Don't. Don't.

-Don't. -You fucked up, motherfucker!

No!

No! No! No!

Let's go! Let's go!

Listen up.

Pay attention, because whoever fucks this up,

whoever makes a mistake, is going to bury his whole family.

-Done? -We killed three of them.

The cops are almost here. We can't escape. You must help us.

Alright.

The killer isn't inside this bus. Do you hear me?

These were the robbers, right?

He was seated there and he escaped.

When they were leaving, he stood up, faced them,

stole their gun, executed them and then escaped.

-Understood? -It won't work.

-We better make it work. For all of us. -It won't work.

The bag!

-Phone and wallet. -Eli, don't.

What happens when the fugitive tells the cops that he didn't kill anyone?

The cops will never find the fugitive.

We didn't see his face. It was dark, he was wearing a hood.

We didn't see his face. We can't identify him.

It's all clear. Your phone, now!

They will catch us. They will catch us!

Shut up.

-It won't work. -Your phone.

-It won't work. -Your phone. Your phone!

Give me your phone!

To your seats. To your seats now!

Not there, on the other one! On the other one!

Where the hell is that guy?

What are you doing? Stand up!

Sit down!

-Police! -Open the door! Police!

Police! The door!

-Hands up, everybody! -Hands up!

-Hands up, now! -Everyone!

-Hands where we can see them. -Everyone!

Up! Now!

That woman is crazy.

She's always one step ahead.

I don't know how to lie. I've never done it before.

Think about your husband.

Think about your kids, your granddaughter. Six witnesses, one story.

Can't you describe the killer?

You sure?

-Anything unusual? -I didn't see a thing.

We would like you to come with us to the station and see some photos.

We wanted to tell you the truth, but we couldn't.

We were under threat.

I'm sorry, my love, I know it's just money.

But... We have nothing left.

No, honey, no: we'll get the money back.

-What? -They just called me.

If you do what you have to do,

they will cancel the transfers.

The bank called you?

Yes, I guess it was the bank. Although it is true that they did not specify.

I must hang up, sweetie. People are waiting.

-I love you. I love you. -OK.

The bank. They say that if all goes well, they'll cancel the transfers.

Son, did the bank call you?

The calls were from the man who made the transfers.

My son told me that the bank had just called my husband.

And my husband also told me that someone rang the bell at home

and left this by the door.

Hey, it's me, Elisa.

-Are they scared? -Yes.

The divorced guy, Jandro, I don't know how to scare him.

All yours.

You asked to shut their mouths and make them collaborate,

and I'm helping. But I can't do it alone.

And, of course, my help doesn't come free, nor is it cheap.

That man controlled everything from the outside.

As she did from the inside.

We were just their puppets.

You have five minutes to decide whether you want to be witnesses or accomplices.

Now what? Unless we identify that guy, we'll end up in jail,

and if we end up in jail they'll know we lied.

We will identify him.

-What? -He will be our snitch.

-The snitch? -You want your minute of fame.

You'll give them a suspect. A bait.

The cops will have what they want, they'll release us so we can disappear.

Oh, and Balter.

You can't stand snitches... Right?

-Police! -Please, help!

-Please! -Leave him alone!

-What happened? -I could look at those photos again.

-This one. -You sure?

-It's him? -With the scar.

Unit 1, let's go! Now!

It all wasn't working as she had planned,

but she always would come up with a solution.

Mister Pineda has identified a subject,

although I wonder how he could kill three people

being dead for four years.

Had it not been for her, we would have talked.

A popular jury will side with him, but not with us? He saved your lives.

-Shut up! -You are under arrest

for complicity in the crime of murder and obstruction of justice...

When you got us inside that bus, we all thought that was the end.

Get on! Everyone!

The killer is one of you.

Three of them are not listed in any flight.

She didn't want you to know they were the killers.

Elisa Pena, Miren Luj�n and Balter Bayona.

The only thing she could do was to confess that we had lied.

OK! Let him go!

We will tell you the truth, but, please, protect us.

She wanted you to believe we were all victims.

Either the good ones die or the bad ones do.

One, two...

What if we hadn't closed the case?

What if we had arrested you for the three murders?

We never thought we would get off that bus without handcuffs.

Now what? What's going to happen to us?

Ask the smarty-pants. How many years can we get?

-Years? -Stop. Either they died or we died.

We feared for our lives. Anyone in our place would have done it.

Even a popular jury can empathize with that.

I'm not feeling well. I'm leaving.

No one moves. We are all together in this.

That idiot must keep his mouth shut.

If he speaks, I'll break his neck.

He's going to talk, give us away and ask for protection, right?

Who cares? We'll go after his family.

He doesn't give a shit about what happens to his family.

Why else risking everything to tell the truth?

You'll give us away because the only thing you care about is you. Am I right?

Go ahead, do it.

But if you talk to the police, I'll make a friend fuck one of your exes.

He'll slit her throat and fuck her from the front and back.

And then leave traces of you.

We know where you live. Hair, saliva, anything will do.

You either go to jail for killing three guys in self-defense...

-Eli. -Or for being a rapist and a killer.

-Your choice. -Eli!

You can wait outside the bus.

Fear.

It is a very powerful weapon.

EVERYTHING OK? I THINK ABOUT YOU A LOT

We can't keep living like this. It's not fair.

I'm no longer a cop.

I can't help you.

But you must help us. We can't show up at a police station.

Of course you can. Nobody's monitoring you.

They just wanted to frighten you, that's it.

Those motherfuckers are for real.

They'll never fulfill their threats.

They already have.

-Where is Jandro? -He couldn't make it.

Why didn't he show up? Has he changed his mind?

Don't ever call us again.

If something happens to us, it will be your fault.

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